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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.