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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.