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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.