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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
June of 44,
Organ,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.