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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.