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 Iran and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.