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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.