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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.