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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.