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 Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
CMW,
Liliput,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.