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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the techno 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.