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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.