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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.