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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.