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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.