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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.