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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 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 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 The Litter 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Slave,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.