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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.