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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
PIL,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.