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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.