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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.