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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.