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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Star Department to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Slave,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.