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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.