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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.