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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.