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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Sound,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.