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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.