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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
the Association,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.