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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.