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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.