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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
cv313,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.