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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Television,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.