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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.