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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.