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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Index,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
the Slits,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.