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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.