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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.