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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
June Days,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.