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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.