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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.