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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.