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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.