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 Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.