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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Slave,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.