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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Technova,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.