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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.