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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.