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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.