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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.