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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.