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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Japan,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.