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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
JFA,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.