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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.