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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.