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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.