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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.