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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
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.