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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.