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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Television to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.