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 Mexico and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.