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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.