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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.