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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.