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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.