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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Wire,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.