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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.