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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Scion,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.