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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Nico,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.