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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.