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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.