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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.