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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.