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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.