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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Smog,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.