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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.