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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.