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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.