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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.