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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.