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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Kinks 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.