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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
X-102,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.