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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Index,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.