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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.