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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Rekid,
a-ha,
The Move,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.