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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Litter to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Index,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.