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 Kiribati 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Qualms,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.