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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Technova,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.