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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Can,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.