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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 48th St. Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.