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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.