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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.