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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 DNA to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
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.