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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.