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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.