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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.