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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
June Days,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.