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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Can,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.