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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.