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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.