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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.