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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.