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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.