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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.