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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.