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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.