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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.