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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.