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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.