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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.