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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.