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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Organ,
Fear,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.