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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Move,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.