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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.