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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.