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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.