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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.