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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.