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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.