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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.