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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.