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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.