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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
cv313,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.