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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.