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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.