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 Mali 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Wire,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.