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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.