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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.