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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.