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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.