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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.