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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.