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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.