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 Monaco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.