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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 chamberlin 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 The J.B.'s 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.