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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Ten City,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.