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 Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.