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 Andorra and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Index,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.