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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Raincoats 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.