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 United States and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.