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 East Timor and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.