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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.