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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.