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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.