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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.