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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.