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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.