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 Nepal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.