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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.