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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Television,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.