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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.