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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.