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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Interpol,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.