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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
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.