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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.