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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Pole,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.