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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.