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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.