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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Human League,
Q65,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Index,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Pylon,
New Order,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.