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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.