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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Skaos,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.