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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.