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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.