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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Visage,
AZ,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.