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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.