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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Index,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.