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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.