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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.