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 Spain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
New Order,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.