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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
ABC,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.