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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.