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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.