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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.