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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.