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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.