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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.