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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.