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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.