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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.