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 Nauru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Kayak,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.