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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.