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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.