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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.