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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.