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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.