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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 B.T. Express 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.