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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Whodini,
John Cale,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.