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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Q65,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.