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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.