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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.