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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.