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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.