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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.