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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.