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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.