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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.