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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.