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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.