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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.