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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.