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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.