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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.