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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
CMW,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.