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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Can,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.