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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.