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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.