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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.