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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars 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?
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.