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 Bahamas and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.