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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.