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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.