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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.