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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.