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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.