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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.