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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Motions to the grunge 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.