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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.