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 Georgia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.