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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.