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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.