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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.