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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.