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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Nas,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.