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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.