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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.