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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
PIL,
JFA,
Brick,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.