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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Franke,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.