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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Gories to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.