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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.