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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.