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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.