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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.