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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.