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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders 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 grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
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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.