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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.