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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.