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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Cameo,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.