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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.