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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Nas,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.