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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Television,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Smog,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.