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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.