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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.