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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Monks,
DNA,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.