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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.