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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.