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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.