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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.