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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.