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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
UT,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.