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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Index,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.