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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kaleidoscope 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.