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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.