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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Television,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.