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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
The Martian,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.