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 Croatia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.