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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.