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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.