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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Japan,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
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.