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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.