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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.