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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bang On A Can 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.