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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
The Names,
Little Man,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.