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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Television,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.