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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.