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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.