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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
EPMD,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.