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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.