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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Can,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Index,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.