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 Austria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.