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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.