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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
The Human League,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.