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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.