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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Kayak,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.