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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Association to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.