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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.