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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.