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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Swans to the techno 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.