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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 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 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 The Sonics to the jazz 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Monks,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.