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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.