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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.