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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Neu!,
The Names,
Visage,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.