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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.