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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.