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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.