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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Index,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Oneida,
Visage,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.