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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.