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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.