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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.