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 Panama and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.