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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
AZ,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.