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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.