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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.