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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.