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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Smog,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.