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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.