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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.