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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.