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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.