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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Index,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.