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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.