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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.