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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.