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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.