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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.