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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Japan,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.