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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 Delhi and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.