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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Monolake,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Nas,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.