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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.