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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.