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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Crime,
Wings,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.