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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.