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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.