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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Index,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.