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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.