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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.