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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.