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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.