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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
JFA,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
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.