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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gong 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.