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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.