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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.