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 Chile and from Lille.
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 Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.