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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound 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?
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
UT,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.