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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.