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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.