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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.