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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Sound to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot 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?
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.