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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.