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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.