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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Television,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Franke,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.