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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.