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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.