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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.