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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.