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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.