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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.