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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.