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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.