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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.