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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.