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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Association to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.