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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.