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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.