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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.