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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.