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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Associates to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.