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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.