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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.