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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.