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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.