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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Music Machine,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.