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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.