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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.