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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.