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 Chad 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.