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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Moebius,
the Association,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.