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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.