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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Move,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.