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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.