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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.