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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the grunge 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.