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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Can,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.