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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Japan,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.