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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.