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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.