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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Pole,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.