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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.