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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.