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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.