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 Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.