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 China and from Calgary.
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 Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.