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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.