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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.