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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.