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 Benin and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Symarip,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.