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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.