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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Neu! to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.