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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.