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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.