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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.