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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.