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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.