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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
UT,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.