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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.