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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.