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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.