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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.