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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.