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 Suriname and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs 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 dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Ossler,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.