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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.