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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.