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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
X-102,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.