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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.