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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review 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?
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.