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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.