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 Guyana 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.