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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.