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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.