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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.