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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.