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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
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.