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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.