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 China and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.