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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.