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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.