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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.