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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.