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 Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.