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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.