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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
UT,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Darondo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.