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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Television,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.