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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.