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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Darondo,
John Cale,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.