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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.