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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.