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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Technova,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.