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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.