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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.