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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.