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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.