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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Qualms,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.