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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Scion,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.