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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.