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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.