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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.