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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Organ,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.