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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the grime 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Oneida,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.