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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.