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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.