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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.