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 Qatar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.