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 Fiji and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.