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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.