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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.