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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.