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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.