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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Jandek 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.