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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Evens,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.