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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Motorama,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.