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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.