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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Erasure,
JFA,
Wire,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.