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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.