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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.