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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.