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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Nico,
Faust,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.