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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.