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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.