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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.