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 Grenada and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.