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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.