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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.