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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.