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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.