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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.