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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Technova,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.