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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
Connie Case,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.