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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.