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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Section 25,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.