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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.