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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.