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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.