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 Albania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.