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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.