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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.