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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.