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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.