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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.