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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.