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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.