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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Can,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Nico,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.