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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
cv313,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.