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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.