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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.