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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.