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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Josef K,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.