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 Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.