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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.