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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.