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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.