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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Index,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.