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 Malta and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.