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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Magma,
Faust,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.