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 Yemen 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.