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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.