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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.