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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.