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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
the Association,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.