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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.