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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.