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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.