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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.