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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gladiators,
Franke,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.