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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Guru Guru 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex 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?
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.