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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.