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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
X-102,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Television,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.