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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.