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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.