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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Scion,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.