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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.