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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.