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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.