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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.