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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.