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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Index,
Radiohead,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.