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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.