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-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.