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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.