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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.