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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.