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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.