Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.