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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.